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| e6cc9db | "Esme slowly turned the picture over, her hands beginning to tremble again. Inscribed across the back of the photograph, in a woman's elegant script, were two words. The ink might have faded, but the sentiment would surely endure forever. Dix's strong, warm arms went around her. He rested his cheek against hers as they whispered in unison,"My Darling"." | darling esmerelda teresa-medeiros | Teresa Medeiros |